Why Don't We Imagines

Corbyn Besson; All I Want Is You

Corbyn's POV

The music pounds filling my ears with a cacophony of base and the movement of teens all around me, moving back and forth the the music that has now created a dull throb in the back of my head. I glance around, spotting Y/N I feel my shoulders relax as I bring the two red plastic cups filled with pop over to her. Weaving in and out of people, dodging the arms of people that fly everywhere nearly spilling on of the cups onto me.

Sitting next to Y/N on the couch in her basement. I was surprised she even wanted to throw this party, seeing as how she wasn't talking with that many people at the party, instead sitting on the couch and looking around nervously.

"How's Daniel?" I ask

"Fine."

"Jonah was pretty freaked out about the whole thing."

London giggles, then rearranges her face to be serious. "Yeah. He was laughing a lot when he left."

"Really? Like, a lot, a lot of laughing?!?"

"Yep." She moves her fingers through her hair before accepting the cup I offer her. I reach out and touch the lights tips of her silky locks, not able to help myself.

"Your hair is really soft." As soon as I've said it, I realize how awkward it sounds. I duck my head and try to hid my blush.

She laughs. "Yeah, I guess it is." She reaches forward and drags her perfect hands through my blonde hair. "Yours is soft too."

I turn even more red.

She stands. "Well, while we're here we might as well get some homework done or something."

"We're at a party, isn't that what you aren't supposed to do?"

She shrugs, "They don't exactly have a care of what I do, nor would they listen if I said to stop listening  to this racket. Let's head to my room, it should be less noisy."

I nod, relieved for the chance or having me headache disappear.

"I have a chemistry assignment," she adds, pulling me to my feet.

"Oh yeah, I've got the same one." I reply, leaning close to her so that I don't lose my voice shouting.

"Great."

She goes to grab our bags that are in the foyer, underneath a large pile of other bags and jackets. My mind races, chemistry. She wants to do chemistry. As in chemistry. As in chemistry. As in we have a connection... I'm definitely reading into things way too much. I can already hear our wedding speech. And to think it all started with chemistry! Oh, the irony.

"I'm back!" she sings, galloping up the stairs with our backpacks.

"Good. Great. Fantastic."

She laughs. "Okay then, let's do this."

She plops down next to me. Is it just my imagination, or is she a few inches closer to me this time? I shake my head. She sees this gesture and frowns.

"You don't want to work on this?"

"Oh, no, this is good. Great, even. Chemistry, great."

She gives me a quizzical look then turns back to her book, trying to find the right page.

"Page 264," I say nonchalantly. She stares at me.

"How did you know that?"

I shrug. "I'm hyper-observant. I noticed in class today."

"That's really cool."

"I guess so," I answer.

"You're really cool."

I turn away out of embarrassment, "I guess so."

She grins. "Sorry. I don't want you to feel awkward around me."

"I'm not..."

She giggles. "Yeah you are. At least, you are right now."

"Well..."

"You know you're cute when you're nervous."

I try to smile casually, but my face is on fire.

"Thanks," I mutter.

She looks into my eyes. "Corbyn, I..." She places her hand on mine. I intertwine our fingers and blush. Again. She takes my chin and lifts it so our eyes meet.

"Hi," I whisper.

"Are you scared?"

I don't hesitate with my answer. "Yes."

She smiles and the closes her eyes, and my breath catches as her lips brush against mine.

"Y/N-"

She cuts me off as she kisses me again, and again, and again. She pushes her mouth against mind, making my heart race. Finally, she pulls away, but I immediately long for her again.

"You fool." She whispers. And then leans in again.

This time, I kiss her back.

"Corbyn." She says against my lips. I pull away and look at her. She doesn't say her answer but instead kisses me again.

"We should probably do some homework now." I say, turning back to my book.

"Okay."

We don't let our hands go from one another. Holding hands the entire time.